Homeward Bound
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed, when the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red. When the summer's ceased it's gleaming, when the corn is past it's prime.
When adventure's lost it's meaning I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture! Chain me not to the plow! Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return. To your thoughts I'll soon be listening in the road I'll stop and turn. Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears it's end, and the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture! Chain me not to the plow! Set me free to find my calling! And I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, when the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again...
...hoert sich dann ungefaehr so an:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TA0azRogJE&feature=related . ich liebe diesen song und wir singen ihn gerade in choir... unser konzert ist am dienstag abend, da befinde ich mich allerdings schon auf dem weg up in the cities zu bens', mein grosser gastbruder. da werde ich dann eine kurze nacht verbringen um mich dann um 5 uhr morgens auf den weg zum airport und damit auf den weg nach Hawaii zu machen... unglaublich... aber wahr... aber nen bissl traurig, dass ich das konzert verpasse bin ich schon... naja, man kann nicht alles haben!
ich liebe meinen choir... es macht so unglaublich viel spass, und die stuecke sind einfach irgendwie mitreissend, wenn man sie in sonner grossen gruppe singt...
...nen anderes stueck, aber nur besondere stellen gefallen mir richtig gut:
Land Of Our Dreams
Slumber now, my darling one. Rest for now, the day is done. Mother sings a lullaby. Hush, my darling, do not cry.
May your sleep be as sweet as the wind on the waves, blowing gently t’ward far happier days. May each breath be a promise to help you believe. We're off to the land of our dreams... We're off to the land of our dreams.
Sail away, sail away, to the arms of America. Sail away, sail away, to the land of the free. Sail away, sail away, to a home for my children. Calling to you, calling to me, calling to you and to me.
Papa waits on a distant shore. soon we'll be with him once more. Moonlight shines on oceans deep as the ship softly rocks you to sleep.
May your sleep be as sweet as the wind on the waves, blowing gently t’ward far happier days. May each breath be a promise to help you believe. We're off to the land of our dreams...We're off to the land of our dreams.
Sail away, sail away, to the arms of America. Sail away, sail away, to the land of the free. Sail away, sail away, to a home for my children. Calling to you, calling to me, calling to you and to me…
bis in vier monaten ihr lieben :-)
bye bye
la chica
